The city's show-stoppers
Face first into poppers
On the other side: the rockers
But we know I cannot roll with them
Make some rumpus now!
The one and only answer
Shoot every petty dancer
Now! Now! Now!
Mercery k**ings - the last solution
I interrupt each execution:
"Please cut of my head, Sir
So I'll never have to think of her"
A griot-riot, a revolution
To stop emotional pollution
And shoot every petty dancer
Now! Now! Now!